Quotes About Control

And that wasn't the first time it ever occurred to me that this world ain't run like it ought to be run a heap of more times than what it is.

You tell 'em, big boy; treat 'em rough.

Pues cuando Él quiere que una cosa se mueva, bien que la hace alargada, sean caminos o caballos o carros; pero cuando Él quiere que una cosa se esté quieta, la hace para arriba, como los árboles y los hombres.

I wasn't crying, but I couldn't stop.

She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling

Nothing can be given, which cannot also be withheld.

No move is the wrong move, What? Sometimes any move at all is better than nothin. If you're right, you're one up. If you're wrong you start over. This sittin and waiting for somebody else to make up their mind is for the God-damned birds. You have to take control of your own life.

Case had always taken it for granted that the real bosses, the kingpins in a given industry, would be both more and less than people.

As the jackpot got seriously going, after the first wave of pandemics, without EU membership to buffer anything, England started looking a lot like a competitive control area. Lowbeer did what she knew how to do, which by then was run a CCA. But as she kept building it back up, every time another change driver impacted, she found herself using Russians. They knew how to work a CCA. They'd been there before the jackpot hit the fan.

She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers lightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four-centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails. She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew.

Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.

The bosses, the big'uns, they can take all manner of things away from us. With their bloody laws and factories and courts and banks...they can make the world to their pleasure, they can take away your home and kin and even the work you do. But they can't ever take what you know, now can they, Sybil? They can't ever take that.

She wondered how powerful money could actually be, if one had enough of it, really enough. She supposed that only the Vireks of the world could really know, and very likely they were functionally incapable of knowing; asking Virek would be like interrogating a fish in order to learn more about water.

Are you familiar with the strategic concept of competitive control areas?" Ash asked. "Yes," Stets said.

Perhaps he has been too long in the pay and the company of those who order the wider world. Those whose mills grind increasingly fine, toward some unimaginable omega-point of pure information, some prodigy perpetually on the brink of arrival. Which he senses somehow will never now arrive, or not in the form his career's employers have imagined.

terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state.

Guys, I'm gonna pretend like all of you are incapacitated or unconscious. And if none of you makes a move, I'll be leaving you to your own resources. Otherwise, this drone's detonating its onboard explosives. As the only one of us who's not physically present, I've got zero fucks to give about how that goes. Your call. [Conner]

No," said Madison, "not given the immediate future you're trying to keep us from.

UN's got deep roots in the demonology.

The machine, the structure, was there, was real. Virek's money was a sort of universal solvent, dissolving barriers to his will . . .

As the jackpot got seriously going, after the first wave of pandemics, without EU membership to buffer anything, England started looking a lot like a competitive control area.

Addictions, he thought, turning right, toward Seven Dials' name-sake obelisk, started out like magical pets, pocket monsters. They did extraordinary tricks, showed you things you hadn't seen, were fun. But came, through some gradual dire alchemy, to make decisions for you. Eventually, they were making your most crucial life-decisions. And they were, his therapist in Basel had said, less intelligent than goldfish.

ha visto lo que Laney puede hacer con los datos, y lo que éstos a su vez pueden hacer con él. No desea verlo otra vez

Every AI ever built has an electromagnetic shotgun wired to its forehead.' Case